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Flavia Testa-Lytle on January 7, 2009 at 06:07 AM said:

Motherhood is a constant reminder of all that is right in the world and beyond. From the connections that create life and bring us here, to the journey, the joys and pains and misunderstandings and misfortunes, the highs and the lows that come with the title. We are all children of mothers and when we look at this relationship it has a history older than time itself that we all share. Magnificent!

Rosie Rosenzweig on January 6, 2009 at 06:10 PM said:

I was just reading a Grace Paley account of all her peace activities at Seneca. She wrote about the Iroquois Indian Mothers who in 1580 or 1590 petitioned all the tribes to put an end to tribal warfare. That was B4 the Seneca Falls of 1848! RR

Rosie Rosenzweig on January 6, 2009 at 06:04 PM said:

There's the story of the Jewish Mother who goes to see the guru. It's the story that begins my book published by Shambhala Publications called "The Jewish Mother in Shangri-la." I travelled through America, Europe and Asia to meet his gurus and they did change me.

My best line in the book is this: "Our children rise up like the future to challenge us."N

Either google me or the story to read more. You could, of course, alway buy the book online.

With MEttha and Chessid, Rosie

Shawna on December 30, 2008 at 04:05 PM said:

I am fortunate to have a wonderful mother in my life who gives me unconditional love and support. I also have a sister who has walked the path of motherhood before me and has been a mentor to me as I follow in her path and forge my own. I am the proud mother of 2 beautiful daughters who inspire me to be true to myself so that I can be true to them. I am a woman who is a mother, a woman who works with mothers, a woman who has a mother and a woman who is inspired by mothers.

Caren Ragan on December 19, 2008 at 09:42 AM said:

I never thought I wanted to have children, I was an artist and pictured myself living the life of a bohemian. That all changed after my daughter was born and I realized that nothing I could create would be as great as the creation of my daughter. Since then I have also had a son and with the two of them I have come to know how deep love can be. My daughter has gone on to become a lawyer and try to make her mark in the world. My son was taken from me by my ex-husband and a court system in which money speaks louder then truth. I was a stay at home mother who took care of all my children's daily needs, I was able to work at my home studio when they were at school or visiting with friends. When I found out my exhusband was gay and exposed both me and my son to AIDS I asked for a divorce. What followed was a very long court case which cost well over a million dollars and in the end I lost all rights to my son, though nothing substantial was ever proven against me except that I was accused of mental problems. The age old syndrome used against women when they speak up for their rights. As a mother I wanted to warn all mothers that women were put in jail and accused of being crazy when they tried to get the right to vote, these tactics are still used in todays family court system. After losing the right to see my son whom both me and my family were very close too, I have never been the same person. Losing a child whether through death or through a corrupt court system is the worst experience a mother can live through. We are the protectors of our children and when we are unable to protect them the world is not a safe place. I warn any mother that if she loves her children beware of the Family court system, do whatever it takes to protect your child but do not depend on the court system, they are only interested in the money. I am a part of a group called FACTSNOW.org and we have a courtwatch system in which we try to support mothers and keep judges honest. No mother should ever have to lose custody of her child because of a corrupt judge or an ex-husband who can out lawyer her. If someone had warned me about the corruption in our court system I would have stayed married, I would have endured beatings, I would have endured any abuse To be able to be with my child.

Jayne Sachs on December 15, 2008 at 09:32 PM said:

I'm reminded of my loss everyday. She was 37 and I was 12. It was too much for young eyes and hearts to experience. And that was just the start. 35 years later, it's still the thread that is missing from my many layers. But many of those layers formed from that exact pain... and art emerged. I believe that it was in the moments and hours and days and months of watching my mother die when my 12 year old eyes would never again see blue as blue or life as life. The music came much later. I am a mother now too. And there is no greater joy and no greater fear, for me. I want to be the thread for my children. I want to be able to be all that was taken from me. I treasure this role and I cherish every moment with them and every single stitch I am able to give them.

Dennis Billings on December 3, 2008 at 05:48 PM said:

I was born just before Pearl Harbor was attacked. As a consequence of WWII I was raised for the first ten years of my life by five wonderful women; mother, grandmother, great grandmother and two aunts...all in the same home.

The war and post war years were difficult for these ladies but they saw to it that they were NOT difficult on me. As I got older and recognized their sacrifices, I realized what a special childhood they had given me.

A Museum of Motherhood is way past due, not just for these great women...but for all!

Tania Jivraj on October 25, 2008 at 05:45 PM said:

My introduction to motherhood was difficult at best. Connecting with other mothers, creating a network with kind minded people, revelling in my daughter's joy of life, and putting much work in mindful daily efforts, I am finding my way. Very slowly. But steadily. I have faith that I will never fully know what I am doing - and will learn to enjoy more each day.

Lisa Chiu on October 25, 2008 at 05:34 PM said:

My mom is awesome. Her love takes the form of food and she feeds me and my family all the time.

amy-willard cross on October 25, 2008 at 05:12 PM said:

My mother would take me to the library once a week, let me choose a few books and write down the titles on the calendar when we got home.

Then of course, she'd read to me. We'd lie on her bed after lunch and I would be in her warmth and listen to her tell me of Ferdinand the Bull or James James.

So I too, have always taken my children into my bed every night and read to each of them--equal time, same number of stories.

As a mother, reading to them, even as they grow into double digits, still remains my favourite part of our lives together.

Tanya McFadyen on October 25, 2008 at 04:59 PM said:

motherhood becomes an increasingly conflicted experience between giving myself completely to my children and needing to keep a part of myself, to myself, in order to balance the push and pull of loving and hating. Ambivalence of motherhood.

Laura Jimenez on October 25, 2008 at 10:46 AM said:

My mother's name is Claudia Jimenez. My grandmothers' names are Evelynn Lowe (Garcia) and Anita Jimenez (Lopez). My great-grandmthers'names are Jovita Ramirez, Eva Lara, Rita Burrola and Harriet Wright. My daughters' names are Quisqueya Anais and Ixchel Dantor. All women, all warriors. Mujeres de fuego! Survivors, rebels, resisters, nurturers. Thank you mamas and mijas.

Emily on October 25, 2008 at 10:16 AM said:

Mother outlaw rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alexia Nye Jackson on October 25, 2008 at 09:08 AM said:

My mother came over on a Fulbrite Scholarship from Athens, Greece. She came from war torn Europe to America with hopes and dreams no doubt. But her life was to be determined by her meeting my father, a young, hopeful local photography student at the University of Montana where my mother also was to attend her university studies. The short story is that my mom's life was us three girls, her daughters. My mom never returned to Athens but instead raised her three girls alone as a struggling teacher and ongoing student. We never knew really of our financial misfortune in the larger sense - but for comparisons with other more well off families at times - because my mom's love and nurturing was so available to us and so real;we felt together and confident and filled up. We shared everything. We had little yet there were always books and music in our life as we moved from place to place. I honor my mom's ability to take life as it comes, to be with her children, to love us and to move forward each day with hope and youthfulness, to believe in life's goodness and to give to herself. Today, my mom remains close to her three girls and we have a friendship and life experience that will lift me up and inspire me every day. My mother, Mika, is a Ph. D. and a published poet...and a grandmother of nine. As a forty something, I consider the day when she may no longer be with me and I believe I will find myself at the end of my drive way waiting for her to return...

Ron Burdock on October 25, 2008 at 07:45 AM said:

The world is just becoming aware of the dark tragedy that mothers are dying in childbirth in the developing world at rates that ought to alarm us. With 1 in 6 dying in Afghanistan for example, we ought to rise up and speak to this dark injustice. Motherhood is the starting point for all development and to protect mothers is to provide a path for excellence for any nation.

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